One of my most read articles about picking yourself up when you’re circling the black hole. I hope it helps you. Continue reading Repost from 2017: How to stop feeling down
Not long ago I wrote about not wanting to go to therapy again, seeing it as a sign of my own personal failure. I felt similarly about resorting to drugs. When I came off citalopram last time, in 2014, it was a point of pride for me. I was proud that I had reached a point where I felt comfortable to go it alone, to swim by myself without the buoyancy aid. Without cheating. Continue reading “It’s not cheating to ask for help”
Somehow this morning I found myself wobbling on a battered pair of 1970s roller skates like a baby deer learning to walk. How did this happen?
In the honeymoon period, the days and weeks following our wedding, colleagues have regularly been asking me how I’m enjoying married life. In truth, just after the wedding I was anxious and struggling. I had lost direction, without the move to New Zealand, the new job and home, or the wedding to focus on.
With a long tube journey ahead of me, today I did something very unusual and picked up a celebrity gossip mag. The reason for me buying the magazine will be explained in another blog post, but for now I’d just like to share what I found on flicking through. With a long history of poor body image myself, it’s a conscious decision of mine not … Continue reading Grazie, but no grazia
As any of my friends can tell you, I’ve been a right mardy bum recently. Moping around, pessimistic about everything, whining and whinging and quickly turning into a snappy diva. There are many reasons for me acting like a stroppy teenager, but what about the reasons to be happy? Optimism Countless studies suggest that optimism has health benefits, so that sounds like a good place … Continue reading Reasons to be happy